I love my kids. The majority of the time you can avoid the tantrums, the whining, crying, kicking and screaming that comes with them. Other times, you unknowingly set them up for chaos.

It started with an oil change…..

I needed the oil change that same day. So I called early in the morning to schedule an appointment. The earlier the better so I didn’t have to put up with the late comers and walk-ins. They had an opening for 1 Pm…mid afternoon?…ehhhh….so I took it thinking to myself “what are the chances of the service department being packed? Can’t be that many cars there.” Well I was wrong, upon arrival there were what seemed to be a whole fleet of cars ahead of me. Oh! Did I mention that the kids came along with me? They did!

Entering the building C-tee peed his underwear. The traveling bag was left at home for the first time because I did not think it would take long for an oil change…I did have an appointment. I took him to the bathroom and put his underwear under the hand dryer. I AM MOM, I GOT THIS! Ten minutes later A.C. peed his Pull-Up to the point that if he fell on his butt, it was going to splash. No Traveling Bag, No Diapers!.

For a whole hour I sat as the kids went in and out of the playroom. They started to get hungry and I had no snacks or water for them. Again, just because you have an appointment, never assume you’re going to be in and out quick. The dealership had a basket of apples and bananas, the boys favorite snacks. Guess who ate almost the whole basket? Yup! The kids. They didn’t stop there either. They were hungry. The only thing that saved me from them wreaking havoc in the middle of the waiting room was the 10 $1 bills I was carrying. They were spent on the snacks in the snack machine.

We had been there about 1 1/2 hours when I smelled that horrible smell…Poop! A.C. had done the deed. I took him to the bathroom to get rid of that load of his and he had no choice but to go commando. I kept looking at the time on my phone, hoping that they would call my name so I could just go home. I had been able to keep them as calm as I could when they decided they wanted to go look at the model cars in the showroom. So I did. It kept them busy. As they were looking at the truck, my name was finally called. Just when I thought we would go home without a fuss, A.C. decides to have a meltdown because he wanted to stay in the truck. With a smile on my face and my “I AM SUPERMOM” attitude, I had to pulled him out of it. He screamed, kicked, hit and had a meltdown right in the middle of everybody. Talk about embarrassing, but I kept calm. C-tee kept saying “lets leave him here” to which A.C. would scream back “NO!” I got all sweaty out of frustration and had to carry him like a doll out to the car as he screamed. It took about 10 minutes to get him strapped and buckled in his car seat. After that I sat in the drivers side, turned up the air conditioner and tried to breathe and relax it all out. After about 2 minutes of driving they were both sound asleep. Finally!